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Jun. 26th, 2014 09:10 amHad an awesome Diesel outing with E. I feel like I've forgotten how to talk to people, but she's so goddamn...comfortable with discomfort? I don't know how to explain it. Basically, I'm completely comfortable just announcing "i've forgotten how to talk to people" and she rolls with it. Which is awesome.
I stayed home from work today. I intended to go into the office to get more work done, but I also think I banged up my foot a little extra when I tripped on a powercord tuesday, so I spent the day alternating cleaning and elevating my foot. I'm convinced when I go in Monday they're going to say I totally misinterpretted everything they said and they didn't really mean it when they told me pain should be the only barrier to using my foot as a thing capable of bearing weight and now I've fucked everything up and will need surgeries and be in this boot for the rest of 2014.
And of course, I'm having some pretty spectacular issues with my self-image, I guess I was telling myself even though my back is fucked up, I was going to the gym, which had to count for something. And now I just look at all this body and feel kind of disgusting. And Light's had a headcold and so we've been sleeping in different rooms because I'm pretty sure I'd burn the town to the ground if I had to deal with a headcold and a cast, and the less snuggles I get, the more disgusted with my own body.
Sleep now, crises of confidence later.
ETA: Light this morning said "awwwwww, you broke your streak." Since I wrote this last night, and apparently shut down my computer without hitting post, by the complicated rules I'm imposing on myself this doesn't count as having broken the streak.
